The Lord of Drakes in the Crosshairs

"Clear out the battle moon. This was the first Ork construct of this scale we had captured since the war with the Greenskin Orks began."

"The battle moon contained a great deal of unique Ork technology: ultra-long-range teleportation that did not rely on the Warp, gravitic weaponry, and more."

"I thought Lox would be delighted. Perhaps if he gave it some thought, humanity might have battle moons of its own."

Vulkan also knew that Lox had once built a battle planet called Amatra on Macragge.

But that thing had been nothing more than a first-generation prototype, mostly experimental in nature.

Though Amatra was called a "battle planet," its combat power was worlds apart from that of a true battle planet.

If the rebels of the Shadow Crusade had not pressed them so desperately, Guilliman would never have sent that massive thing directly onto the battlefield.

"My lord, Sage Lox is not some Greenskin Ork Mek. He cannot come up with new inventions and equipment simply by giving them some thought."

At Vulkan's side, Chief Apothecary Tassa immediately corrected his father upon hearing Lox mentioned.

Compared with other Legions, the Salamanders did not have such harsh hierarchies.

Even the youngest Astartes could offer suggestions to their primarch, and some of the bolder ones could even joke with Vulkan.

Vulkan froze for a moment, then rubbed the smooth, charcoal-black back of his head somewhat sheepishly and burst into laughter.

"Sorry, Tassa. I have fought these Orks for too long and picked up some of their mannerisms of speech."

"But I was not wrong. After all, many of the miraculous inventions our Sage Lox pulled out were even more unbelievable than the things Orks came up with by thinking."

Tassa considered it for a moment and realized that his primarch seemed to be